A STELLAR AFFAIR (A Hollywood Bad Boy Romance) (20 page)

He rubbed his face on her neck, inhaling her scent.
 

Fresh or spent, she smelled heavenly.
 

“Baby, that was unbelievable,” he sighed in utter satisfaction and closed his eyes.
 

Wes Stoner had just become
a bad habit of hers. She’d been doing things with him she’d never be caught doing with anyone else, ever! She honestly had no idea what she was doing with him in some utility room on a hallway at the Caesars’ Palace, his big cock buried deep inside her!

Bad, bad habit.

But she couldn’t blame this on anything else now but her hormones acting up like convicts who broke out of prison. It was wild. Insane. She was by no means a teenager yet she was behaving like a clueless one.
 

He just came inside her unprotected.

Again.

Oh. My. God. Shoot me!
She didn’t plan on sleeping with him again and yet one kiss was all it took to burn her never-again mantra. She was pathetic!

“Wes.”

“Hmmm?”

“Let go.”

“Nope. Batman is staying right here in this super bat cave,” he murmured lazily, squeezing her breasts, rocking against her slowly like he had all the time in the world to do this. Her pleasure-smashed pussy seemed to give out little sparks in response to his slow movements. He was still semi-hard inside her.

“I said let go!”
 

He lifted his face from the crook of her shoulder.
“We’re not doing the rape shit again, are we? But I can oblige you with a bona fide rape fantasy if you want since you’re so hung up on saying ‘no’ when you mean ‘yes’.”
 

“I’m serious, Wesley,” she grated between clenched teeth.

He sighed and slowly eased out of her. Her legs nearly gave way but he caught her by the waist, supporting her. “Easy.”

“I can’t believe we did this! Oh god!” she said in a brittle voice, frantically fixing her dress, overcome by shame.
 

“Aha, here’s the fucking switch,” he mumbled in the dark.

Light suddenly flooded the room.

She gasped and shut her eyes, blinded by the sudden illumination. She opened them again and found him grinning at her as he pulled his pants around his hips, his dimples showing. It astounded her that he could play the villain so effectively with those cute dimples.

They were indeed inside a storage room of sorts. Stackable chairs were piled ceiling-high all around them. “How are we going to get out of here? What if someone saw us get in here or see us get out? Oh god, I’ll never survive this scandal, Wesley. I’m gonna die!” she whined.

“Hush. Nobody saw us get in. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I’ll go out first.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we should call Reena?”

“Are you sure you wanna call her?”

She didn’t think she could face Reena right now. “No…”

“Alright, which way is your suite?”

“I’m not sure how to access it from here. It’s the Marcus Aurelius Villa. It has a private elevator.”

“Easy. I go out first, see if the hallway’s clear, then you come out and we walk toward the elevator like normal. Don’t panic. Just walk like nothing happened. We go down and board the private one going to your suite. Can you do that?”

She nodded. As if she had a choice!

She combed her hair with her fingers. “How do I look?”

“Thoroughly-fucked beautiful.”

She smacked his chest. “I hate you!”

He caught her hand and kissed her fingers.

“Let’s go.”

Ava didn’t know how
she survived the trip going down to the hotel’s ground floor and casually boarding the private elevator with Wes going to her suite, but she did, without anybody harassing them. Maybe because it was already 1 AM and the hotel’s guests in these exclusive parts were scarce.

She heaved a huge sigh of relief when she was finally inside her suite.

She dropped herself on a sofa, kicking off her heels on the carpet.

Wes was undressing, throwing his clothes on the floor.

“What…are you doing?”

“Undressing.”

“I know that. You should go back to your own suite.”

“I’m staying right here.”

“Wes—”

“We’re taking a bath together.”

“No no and no.”

He dropped his pants, kicking it aside.

She gulped.

He grinned knowingly. “Yes?”

He was hard again, his cock dark and thick and looking hungry again.
 

He walked toward her.

“Wesley—!”

He picked her up in his arms.

She wanted to rant and kick but she didn’t have the energy. Her body felt ravaged from their wild lovemaking inside a public utility room, for crying out loud! Her emotions were raw from issues she couldn’t define. She was wiped out for the night.

“I’m so tired,” she said, her voice cracking. Oh god, she wasn’t going to cry!

He kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. We’re taking a bath then we sleep.”

Warm water cascaded
over them,
making the glass cubicle fog with the combined heat evaporating from their bodies.

Wes was bathing her.

She was leaning against the tiled wall while he soaped her body with a lather, the scent of Eucalyptus wafting around them, soothing her nostrils.

She let him bathe her, because it felt so good to be taken care of like this.

Her inhibitions were gone. What else could she hide from him after everything that happened between them? Nothing. Nothing anymore.

He knelt before her as he scrubbed her legs gently with the sponge, his hands, gliding along her muscles gently, massaging her tired feet. She moaned. He was really good at this, like his hands had healing power. How could she resist this? She didn’t really stand a chance, no matter how foolish it was to fall for him.
 

Fall for him.

Oh god, have I fallen for him? Is it even possible? In under two weeks?

He stood up and scrubbed his own body quickly.

Rejuvenated by his gentle ministrations, she found the energy to wash her hair. Then he was rinsing them both under the warm spray.

Minutes later, he had bundled her up in a thick white robe, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. He carried her back into the bedroom.

He put her on the bed and disappeared inside the en suite again. When he came back, he was holding a comb.

Five minutes later, she was sitting between Wes’ legs, facing away from him as he leaned on the headboard. He was combing her hair gently like she was a little girl.

How could she say no to this, when he could be so gentle and attentive like this?

“Wes?”

“Hmmm?”

“You came inside me again without a rubber.”

He didn’t dodge the subject. “Uh-huh. Fact.”

Silence.

“Have you taken the test?” he asked her after a while, his fingers running through her wet hair, massaging her scalp.

She shook her head.

“Why not?”

“I…” She already bought a kit but deferred from taking the test. She was… okay, honestly, she was afraid to find out. “I don’t know…”

“Would you like to take the test with me while you’re here?”

“I don’t know…we could…” her voice trailed off. The truth was, her period was delayed a few days already, but she didn’t want to think too much about it. It would drive her mad. The possibility was frightening.
 

“But after tonight, you could very well have conceived, so the test won’t tell you anything.”

She was glad he was being so calm and rational about it now. “Yeah…”

Silence.

“Don’t you want a baby?”

She caught her breath, then exhaled slowly. “What…what are you saying?”

“I mean…If you get pregnant, I’d be a happy Daddy.”

She couldn’t speak.
 

“Would you be a happy Mommy??”

This was a curve ball she didn’t expect.
The conversation had entered into a territory she was not prepared to face she felt a whiplash. “I…I haven’t really…I don’t think…”

“It’s a point of no return, Ava. We did this several times, already, forgot about protection. I take full responsibility. Putting a rubber was the last thing on my mind every time I’m with you.”

Oh god, why would he say these things? Beautiful words that made a woman think of rainbows and happy endings? He was certainly putting her in the baby zone, too.

He touched her chin. “Hey…Look at me.” He gently held her shoulders, guiding her to face him.

She reluctantly turned to meet his eyes, her tummy fluttering with the thoughts of possibilities with this man. Would she dare believe?

“If you’re carrying my baby right now, you become my responsibility, Ava. I’ll take care of you.”

“But I don’t…I don’t want to be a responsibility. I can handle it. I would handle it,” she said with weak conviction. She wouldn’t quite know what to do if she was indeed pregnant. She will survive in the end for sure, but she had no idea how. Being a single parent never crossed her mind.

“I didn’t mean it like you’d be a burden, baby. I mean I would take care of you because you’re my woman.”

My woman.

His woman.

She couldn’t help it, her heart blossomed with hope. He wouldn’t say these things loosely, right? He would’t play with her feelings like this? He wouldn’t just pretend to care with this very important matter that would greatly affect their future.

“The past days, all I could think of was you, Av. I missed you so much. I was going crazy, you have no idea. I’ve never missed anyone like I missed you.”

“M-me too…” she admitted shyly.

“I don’t want us to be acting and pretending anymore. I’ve never pretended since day one, anyway.”

“What do you mean…?”

“The first time I saw you that night at the AVMAs, I wanted you. I wanted you to be mine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re mine now.”
 

God help her, she so wanted to believe this. That they could be together. Not just for show but for real.

“You’re mine. Know and remember that from now on. You belong to me, my Empress.”

“Yes.”

He framed her face in his palms and stared in her eyes with a seriousness she’d never seen before and she felt that he really meant it.
 

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

His smile melted all the fears inside her. “Show me.” He took her hand and brought it to his groin. He was hard again. “I’m yours, too, baby. Feel.”

He removed the towel from his hips.

Without hesitation, she gripped his cock possessively. “You’re mine. This is mine alone.”

“Yes. Oh god, yes, baby.”

Feeling confident in his presence than she’d ever been, she lay between his legs as he reclined on the bed. Their eyes didn’t break contact as she stroked him up and down, loving the feel of his surging power in her hands.

 
“Take what’s yours, my Empress.”

She licked her lips and took him in her mouth and straight into her soul.

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